Chapter 60 Cremation(14)

What the people in Wencheng hoped for Wang Juren was that when the enemy entered the city, he would close the gate, hang himself in the study, or burn the whole house with a fire.At worst, they thought, he would sneak out of the city and suffer a little bit of homelessness.He is a scholar, so he should have some integrity.In their thinking, it is reasonable for Liu Ergou to work for the enemy, because he was originally a dog.Wang Juren is not Liu Ergou, he will definitely prove that he lives and dies worthy of everyone's admiration and love in this season of "disturbing the country and showing his loyal ministers".

However, he attached the reverse.The people in Wencheng hated him more than Liu Ergou: they dared not hope that the dog would become a human, and they absolutely did not wish that the human would become a dog. In fact, Ju Rengong was not very comfortable.He doesn't want to get more money and benefits by doing things for the enemy, he just wants to keep his original property.All sages have ideals, and ideals inevitably involve sacrifice.He is unwilling to sacrifice his family property, because the fields and houses are not all earned by himself, but most of them are left by his predecessors. He thinks that he must be worthy of his ancestors. Isn't it what the sages are willing to advocate what?A person who walks away from the avenue will stand on the path and look at the scenery in front of him; knowing that he has made a mistake, he comforts himself by seeing a new scenery; Wang Juren must be like this, knowing that he has offended the sage, but still hopes that the sage will forgive him .

He thought that the enemy invited him out of the mountains to "use" him, and he didn't want to gain any real power. He knew that he was old, and his mental and physical strength were no longer enough to support his own "errand".He couldn't help but be proud - he was a jurengong after all!If he didn't have this fame, what would he use to protect himself and his property when the dynasty changed?If he was not Jurengong, wouldn't he have been killed casually by the enemy, like a stray dog ​​on the street?His little black eyes shone with a smile.At the same time, he thought that as long as the enemy took advantage of his fame and didn't bother him, he could sit in the house, review "Donglai Boyi", smoke a few bags of yellow cigarettes, spend the rest of the year, and save his life. Family, property, and "Donglai Boyi", wish is enough.At most, at most, he thought, just invite two tables at Duanyang and Mid-Autumn Festival, invite Japanese officials to drink and drink, and forget it.

Unexpectedly, the enemy is so wordy, so good, and so serious. They come to him to discuss matters all day long, so he never has the time to read "Donglai Boyi".He had to sign and stamp all regulations, orders, and official documents, and it would be easy if he only signed and stamped; no, they also taught him to express his opinions.He has no problem at all.When he was an official in his prime, he only nodded to his superiors; he only had to issue a very simple order to his subordinates with a hookah.He won't comment.Even when writing articles, he has no opinion, but only plagiarism - repeat what the predecessors said.

Even if he had an opinion, he couldn't express it, because the Japanese had discussed everything in advance, and he didn't know how they discussed it.However, they taught him to express his opinion.He couldn't say anything, and they waited.In the end, he nodded his head and said, "Good! Good!" They taught him to sign and seal, as if he was most willing to do the things they discussed, and he should be responsible for the result. Full responsibility!He wanted to be perfunctory, they taught him to be responsible, his dry forehead with deep grooves was beaded with sweat! When there is something wrong with the official document he has signed and sealed, or something that should be done in the official document, the Japanese will throw the official document in his face and order him to try to correct the error.The Japanese were so happy and polite when they drank his wine and ate his food that he never expected that they would turn their backs on him and throw official documents in his face.

With his hands on his knees and his head bowed, his tears flowed down line by line. He regretted it, but couldn't get rid of it.For the land and house, he still has to fool around with the Japanese, no matter how humiliated he is.He knew that if he dared to resign, the Japanese would immediately confiscate all his property and not even give him a pair of pants! He wanted to teach Liu Ergou—his secretary—to be more responsible, but Liu Ergou was less capable than him.The difference is that he knows and admits that he is incapable, but Liu Ergou doesn't know that he is an idiot.As long as Liu Ergou walks behind the Japanese in western clothes, he will be full of energy and think that he is fully qualified to be an emperor.Ergou is stupid and ignorant, so he thinks he is extremely smart.The saddest thing for Ju Rengong is that he knows that Liu Ergou's opinions are not wise, but he still has no choice but to consult him, because Ju Rengong has no idea at all.As for Liu Ergou, as long as Jurengong—or anyone—asks him for an opinion, he can make a decision immediately.Therefore, Ju Rengong is willing to teach Liu Ergou to take more responsibility, and Liu Ergou just talks nonsense without humility.When things went wrong, the Japanese were furious at Ju Rengong.

Ju Rengong couldn't resign, and couldn't hand over the responsibility to Liu Ergou, so he had to slow down. "Wait, I'll wait, they'll dismiss me!" He said to himself, "They dismissed me, maybe they're embarrassed to confiscate my property?" However, the Japanese had no intention of removing him from his post.The Japanese seem to love to use mediocre and incompetent people!He is like a person who is already in the well but still holds onto the mouth of the well; when he lets go, he falls into the well, and if he doesn't let go, his hands are exhausted.He had to shout "Help!"

Shout to whom?His only relative is Meng Lian, and Meng Lian hasn't called him dad for so many days!He regretted why he didn't discuss with Menglian when he surrendered to the enemy!Why do you foolishly treat Liu Ergou as a confidant! Regret is like rotten tofu, although it is still a piece of food, it is useless.He had to do something to make her change her mind.Even if she couldn't save him, the father and daughter would cry bitterly while holding each other, at least it would make her feel better for a while! In the middle of the night, he woke up and couldn't sleep again.This is the best time to regret.Everything seemed to be in a dream, only his weakened heart was still beating.After a while, he felt very hot in his heart, and his palms and feet were sweating; he wanted to lift the quilt, but he didn't do it.After a while, he felt chills all over his body again, and wanted to hum a few times, but he didn't dare to make a sound.Curling his thin body like a pile of bones abandoned by the world, he held the heart full of pain motionless.

Suddenly, he sat up.Thin beard moved slightly and murmured to himself: "Go! Ask her! She said run away, run away! She said burn the house, burn the house! I just can't suffer like this anymore!" feet to touch the slippers.When the soles of his feet touched the cool soles, he froze, grabbed something that might be a quilt, maybe a big shirt, put it on his body, and sat on the edge of the bed blankly, tearing the sparse beard with his right hand. son. "No! No! You can't say that to her; it's too violent! Then, what if she really wants to run away? If she really wants to burn the house? That's okay!" He stood up, holding the thing on his body tightly with both hands , walked out gently: "Sue her! Yes! Sue her! As long as she is willing to say a few words to me, I will slowly think of a perfect solution in the future!"

There are still lights in Menglian's house.Holding his breath, Old Man Wang stood outside the window.She seemed to be reading something in a low voice, but suddenly stopped.His heart was beating so high.Her little slippers rubbed against the ground twice—are they walking?Or rub your feet restlessly on the ground?He wanted to ask, but his mouth seemed to be stuffed with something.He was anxious and ashamed.In the room was his only dear daughter; he was separated from her by only a window, but what seemed to be an ocean.With great difficulty, he found the voice.He called out extremely softly and softly: "Lian! Lian!" His eyes couldn't help but get wet. "Menglian! Open the door!"

The room became empty, and there was no sound at all. "Open the door, Menglian!" The room was still empty.Clutching his clothes with one hand and leaning on the window sill with the other, he felt that the room was filled with poisonous anger like smoke, which dimmed the light a lot. "Menglian! Are you still teaching me to kneel for you?" He sniffed.The lights in the house went out.